"The council? I settle my matters within my land. You and your cousin will be tried by me, and your punishment will be decided by me, but of course, you are my mate, and I am willing to overlook your crimes..."
Whatever restraint I was barely holding onto snapped, and I grabbed the knife, rushing over to him with full intention of driving the blade into his neck. A gasp left my lips when he caught my wrist, the blade inches away from his jugular vein.
"You never learn, do you?"
"Let go of my hand, you bastard!!!" I ordered, trying to wrench my hand away, his eyes narrowed, his grip tightened. I grit my teeth to stop myself from crying out in pain, the knife falling out of my grip and clattering to the floor.
"You are tittering on a dangerous line pet, I would advise you to tread carefully." His voice was quiet but deadly. I snarled, baring my teeth at him, raising my knee, aiming for his groin, but before my knee could make contact, he had turned us around, pushing me cheek first against the wall.
"Ugh!" I struggled to get out of his grip as he pressed his body against mine, effectively trapping me. I stamped down the tendrils of pleasurable sensations he was causing. His lips moved to my neck, and I immediately stiffened for a moment before I began to thrash wildly. I didn't want the bastard anywhere close to me, especially somewhere as precious and sensitive as my neck.
"It would be so easy for me to just..."
He trailed off, lifting his hand to part my hair away from my neck. My heart slammed against my chest as he did so, to someone the gesture might seem tender... almost loving.
"Sink my fangs into your soft flesh, mark you, and lap up that sweet, rich blood of yours."
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Adelaide Silverstone is a woman on a mission with only one thing in mind. Avenging the death of her pack; in doing so, she stumbles onto the motherlode of all secrets. Will she be able to go through with her plan, or will her feelings of undying desire be sweeter than revenge?